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and literally pulsing against the front of his T-shirt.
     
    Shit! This was probably not a piss-hard, either!
     
    Hearing footsteps and voices coming from the other side of the apartment, Jack yanked the blanket back over his crotch and prayed for his erection to die away quickly.
     
    While he waited, he almost began to dread how the next person to appear would be dressed – if they were dressed at all! So, it was a great relief when Beth came out wearing a perfectly normal pair of jeans and a printed college sweatshirt. She walked right past Jack, giving him a friendly wave and blowing him a kiss as she headed into the kitchen to begin making breakfast for the group.
     
    By the time Mark and Ellie showed up a few minutes later, both also fully clothed, coffee was brewing and eggs were sizzling on the stove.
     
    Everyone went about their morning ritual as usual, Rachel never letting on that anything remarkable had happened between the two of them.
     

Chapter Five
     
    W orking almost exclusively as a telecommuter for the past two years, Jack felt fortunate to have been able to complete the majority of his creative work in the peaceful environment of his house – only occasionally having to appear at his firm’s corporate offices for important events.
     
    Still, meeting with potential clients had always been one of Jack’s favorite parts of the job. He particularly enjoyed the challenge of presenting his vision and convincing cynical and often clueless executives that his ideas would work – and how. His remarkable track record was proof enough that his finger was on the pulse of modern society... but after Johanna passed away, well, even Jack could admit that some of his creative spark had faded. Perhaps even more than “some”. And living alone in that big, empty house, had only served to compound the issue.
     
    Jack’s wakeup call came four weeks ago, when he heard through the grapevine that someone besides him would be handling a major new client – but using one of his master plans. This lit a fire of self-preservation in Jack, and he fought successfully to reclaim his rightful position as team leader.
     
    If only he’d felt nearly as passionate about his forthcoming presentation.
     
    When the elevator doors parted on the twentieth floor of the In Touch Media Group’s downtown headquarters, Jack took a deep breath and steadied his nerves before stepping into the expansive marble lobby. He hadn’t been to the main office in a month... and the last time he’d been here, hadn’t gone particularly well with certain other employees.
     
    The cute receptionist behind the desk smiled warmly in recognition, and Jack smiled back – but then her face abruptly turned serious when Mr. Morton, a managing partner and Jack’s immediate superior, stormed into the lobby and pointed a finger accusingly at Jack.
     
    “Jack! There you are, finally!” he bellowed. “Come. Now.”
     
    The heavy-set man spun around and promptly left the lobby, Jack trotting quickly after as they weaved through a maze of wood-paneled hallways, glass windows, and grey cubicles to a familiar corner office.
     
    Rushing inside the brightly lit space, the man threw himself in an opulent leather chair and glared at Jack. “Close the door,” he ordered gruffly.
     
    With his heart racing, Jack shut the glass door and took a seat in the far less comfortable visitor’s chairs. They were low by design, allowing his boss to tower above his guests, while being framed by an impressive view of the downtown Chicago riverfront.
     
    “Um... so what is it, sir? I should really see my team, go over everything for tomorrow...”
     
    Picking up a black fountain pen from his desk, Mr. Morton tapped it rapidly on the edge for an entire half minute. Just waiting... thinking. Jack began to wonder if he should be saying something else, but then Mr. Morton sighed and spun his chair around to face the window.
     
    “What the fuck’s the matter with